A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Weber frowned tightly. There were actually many doubts about the matter, but at that time his purpose was accomplished and he left directly.

"We found Gray's body in the Holy Church in the village. To be precise, it was the dead body of a body double. Come to me and tell me to leave the village immediately and never come back.”

From a detective's point of view, everything revealed behind this incident is full of problems.

Weber continued: "There are four rules in the village. Although I don't know the reason, I still try to abide by them. First, worship the statue of the Virgin Mary. Second, don't go out late at night. Third, don't approach the cemetery alone. Fourth , multiple people can enter the cemetery, but don't approach the swamp."

Further on is the forest.

Li Xiang heard the crow's voice.

After that, several black birds took off together.

"In the Celtic mythology circulated in Britain, the crow occupies a large role."

As if he was in class, Weber stared at the crow going away, and said in a normal tone, "Crows can transport souls, they are the guides of the dead, the birds of the gravekeepers."

Li Xiang nodded.

Until now, Weber hadn't guessed that the crow was related to Morgan Le Fay.

It's normal, he didn't know this village before, but based on this face similar to Artoria, he guessed that it was related to King Arthur, or that this place was the real cemetery of King Arthur.

Of course, Li Xiang knew that this was not the cemetery of King Arthur. After all, Artoria did not die, it was more like an experimental base of Morgan Le Fay.

After passing through the forest, there are steep mountains.

The village is in such an isolated place.

Behind the narrow mountain road, there are ancient stone houses that greet Li Xiang, making Li Xiang mistakenly think that he has returned to the Middle Ages.

But no one.

The village was empty.

Collective disappearance.

The grocery store, the liquor store, Gray's house, the cemetery, the Sept. [-], everything was just empty.

Chapter 62 A Different FGO

Several people gathered in the reception room after the church worshiped the statue of the Virgin.

Still empty.

There were teacups and biscuits on the table, but they were not cleared away, which proved that some time ago, someone had afternoon tea here.

Perhaps it was Fernand, the priest of the Church of the Holy Church, and Ilmia, the nun.

"It's so cold."

Wei Bo touched the teacup, and then ran his fingers across the table, leaving a faint trace.

"There is ash, it seems that it has been away for a while. Depending on the situation, it either disappeared suddenly, or left calmly. If it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, no matter what, it will leave certain traces, but the house is intact. .”

Sifen sniffled and said, "There is no human breath, only the scent of magic."

Flatt drew a circle with his finger, and then said: "The flow of magic power is very strange. It keeps going in circles in one place, like a spiral."

Gray's gaze subconsciously looked at Li Xiang.

He shrugged, indicating that he had nothing to add.

"Let's split up."

Weber pondered for a moment, and said, "The current situation is that the villagers are missing collectively, and it is more efficient to act separately. Flat and Sfin are in a group to investigate the magic elements in this area. Li Xiang and Ai Lei followed me to the hills Windmill Cottage."

Li Xiang and Ailei naturally had no objections, but Flatt had many opinions, but Sfin, who was turned into a bear claw by a beast, picked it up and kicked his legs back and forth.

The hill is to the south of the village.

The huge windmill was turning faithfully in the cold wind.

Li Xiang stepped forward and opened the door of the hut.

Weird crystal machines, like a combination of alchemy and technology, use crystals as materials, and use magical power to penetrate light as a communication medium.

"I didn't expect anyone to come here."

A sudden voice.

Holding wine and wearing a gorgeous cloak, the director of the Atlas Academy, Zbia Eltnam Atlasia.

"It turned out to be the gravekeeper and the monarch."

Tsbia smiled lightly and said, "It seems that you are shocked, and it is true that seeing a person in a village with no one feels a sense of disobedience."

"Mr. Zbia, could you please tell me what happened here?"

Maybe it was about his own village, so the usually quiet Gray spoke first.

"Did something happen?"

Tsbia didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it, and said, "What happened here is just an ancient contract."

"contract?"

"That's right, the contract of Atlas, before I became the dean, I wandered in the world. Seven contracts, those who hold this contract, the Atlas Academy will definitely provide assistance."